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icy locks. Her jaded blue eyes gazed across the empty hall, reading all the crooked
safety first posters displaced on the wall. Friction started to give out on the bottom of
her shoes and she began to slip down the metal wall. She focused her eyes to her
raged vans pulling her foot back closer, arching her leg for an extra boost until she felt
the breeze of another lace her pale face. Her pleated long skirt slightly tighten around
her purple leggings as the second body passed through the hall. Roman tilted her head
slowly raising it up watching the boy and girl run through the hall. Her eyes shamefully
followed the girl up and down as she continued to disappear out of sight. She had
strawberry blonde sun laced hair, wearing an egg shell button up blouse with a brown
swaying skirt, like hers but with no design. Roman began to study herself. Her hair
followed her head as she looked towards the ground, taking a deep sigh, she blew her
lips upward casting the strands of brunnette from her sight. Roman lifted her hand from
her back combing the stubborn hairs behind her ears. Maybe I overdid it with the coat,
she wondered, fiddling with the buttons, growing more suspicious of her look. Roman
rose up from the lockers, grabbing onto her polyester skirt, trying to smooth out the
unnecessary wrinkles. The wailing of the bell consumed her ears as she began to walk
to the lunchroom.
People were now flooding out of the classrooms, voices filling the lonely halls.
She watched the different patterns flash by her eyes, until a familiar face strutted out of
one of the classrooms. Cindy Warren. Roman was surprised to see what had become of
her once-loyal best friend. Like a puppy Cindy trailed behind the two girls, trying to
follow the conversation. Adjusting her messenger bag she couldnt help but feel
dissatisfied, not with Cindy, but herself. Being carried with the crowd she found herself
at the entrance of the cafe. Grabbing a tray she walked to the rough edged lunch lady,
Romans eyes circled around the lunchroom looking for an empty table, she
spotted the table next to the trash can in the corner and began her journey. She couldnt
help but notice the way the tables were formed in cliques, like a cliched highschool
drama. Smirking at her own realization she reached the table taking a seat and reading
the room. Every day Roman sat at her own table, and every day she had the same
thoughts; she battled with the same desires. Friends continued to converse, laugh, goof
off. Roman just sat there. Fantasizing about being a part of it all, she noticed a certain
outfit, from across the cafe she had seen before. Egg shell colored blouse, long pleated
skirt, the girl from the hallway is coming in my direction. Their eyes connected and
Romans stomach dropped, shes coming to my table to talk to me, I would have to use
my voice. Clearing her throat she sat up straight making herself presentable. Hi. That
would be the first word she spoke to this girl. Roman tried to make it seem as though
she was staring at her food, but in the corner of her eyes she watched the girl approach.
One hand was fiddling with her buttons, while the other carried the fork, the girls
clacking footsteps were in hearing range. Roman lifted her head up ready to speak,
when the wind of the girl slapped her face, the pleated dress doing the same on her
back. She passed me. Confused, Roman spun her head around to see where the girl
Try and make Roman part of the scenery and then by the end finally have her be
noticed...
Conflict: Maybe she can try and be more outside looking in, but she has more of an
internal conflict that wont allow her to become part of the crowd.
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